She takes out her phone
And fake calls her friend
'Cause she's way too alone
She's lookin' for trouble
Checks over her shoulder over and over again
She's cold and she's drunk
A little red ridin' her luck in the hood
She's askin' for trouble
Oh, that's what they'll say
If trouble comes heading her way (Ah-ah-ah)
The street lights are callin' her name
She's drawn like a moth to a flame
But she's never safe
And her daddy will say she was playin' with fire
(Playin' with fire, playin' with fire)
Blame the sheep for her clothes
If the wolves were to find her (Wolves were to find her)
Maybe that's why she hides in the dark
Maybe that's why she hides her scars
She crosses the road
And picks up the pace
'Cause she's not so alone
She's looking for trouble
Checks over her shoulder
Now it's gettin' closer
(And closer, and closer, and closer, and closer)
The street lights are callin' her name
She's drawn like a moth to a flame
But she's never safe
And her daddy will say she was playin' with fire
(Playin' with fire, playin' with fire)
Blame the sheep for her clothes
If the wolves were to find her (Wolves were to find her)
Maybe that's why she hides in the dark
Maybe that's why she hides her scars
La-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da
La-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da
La-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da
(Woah-woah-oh, woah-woah-oh)
La-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da
(Playing with fire, she's playing with fire)
And her daddy will say she was playin' with fire
(Playin' with fire, playin' with fire)
Blame the sheep for her clothes
If the wolves were to find her (Wolves were to find her)
Maybe that's why she hides in the dark
Maybe that's why she hides her scars
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